digital pen, digital paper.
Dec 29, 2010
My breath fogs the helmet a bit. I speak then watch it disappear to pass the time.
I am an astronaut and I am drifting in space.
At least, I think I’m drifting. I can see the Earth, but its size is not changing. I can watch its rotation from where I am, but do not seem to be getting any closer nor further from it. I just sit here in space. No communications, but my life support system is at one-hundred percent. I have been out here for quite some time. A lifetime it feels. And it seems I may die here. No one seems to be aware that I’ve gone missing. Under the radar as they say. Or beyond it, I guess. I think about all of the people down there, going on with their everyday lives, bustling here and there. Things to do. People to see. Loved ones to eventually head home to. I’m not married. No significant relationship to speak of. I’ve got a lot of time to think about that out here. There’s not much else to do.
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Oct 17, 2010
8 Rules for Writing a Short Story.
- Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
- Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
- Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
- Every sentence must do one of two things—reveal character or advance the action.
- Start as close to the end as possible.
- Be a Sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
- Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
- Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To hell with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.
— Kurt Vonnegut
(thanks for the email, jeff!)
Text posted at 22:37
Sep 16, 2010
Search for the unsigned.
Sadly, both Blognonymous.com and Inblognito.com are already taken.
Text posted at 23:32
Jan 25, 2010
DP
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Aug 24, 2009
Pick of the Litter
Upon entering the room containing the litter of similar looking black fuzzy things, he’s the one that distinguished himself by excitedly jumping sideways into a wall and falling on his back. I pointed, and said something like, “Give me the flailing retard.”
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Aug 20, 2009
digital pen, digital paper.
More words per minute, less eraser dust.
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